In Poppy Fields I Lie

Lake Oswego, United States

Artist's Description

In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields. For All that have gone and for those that go on…BLESSED BE,,,, WILL WE EVER LEARN…

Artwork Comments

BySilent
about 9 years ago

Simply stunning work

GraemesDesigns
about 9 years ago

Stunningly beautiful and such a contrast to the wording – yet so specially connected – Lovely work.